Jubilee Line

when this is the sad, sad reality?

Bright red light pierced his eyelids.

Wilbur grunted and threw his arm above his eyes and rolled over, trying to block out the light.

Low speaking could be heard, the mild sounds muffled by distance. Will lifted his head and slowly blinked his eyes open. Sitting up slowly, he realized how much he hurt. His head and neck were sore from resting on the rock-hard floor, and his limbs were stiff from the chilling temperature.

As he recovered from his rest and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he noticed that the muffled voices he was hearing weren't far away at all, they were only a few feet in front of him.

Wilbur crossed his legs beneath him and looked at the five people playing with cards on the floor.

One of them, Jschlatt, looked up and scowled at Wilbur, "Oh good." He muttered and raised his eyebrows, "The new guy is awake."
All at once, four more people raised their heads and stared sightlessly at him. Wilbur felt his skin prickle.

Three of them were glowing, just like the version of Wilbur that disappeared on the train. All of them were creepily familiar.

The other one was not glowing, just like him and Schlatt. He wore a circular mask with a smile and a Mexican flag painted on which covered his entire face. He wore a white, tattered t-shirt and a dark green coat. He also wore a pair of filthy trousers full of holes and a single sandal.

Jshlatt returned to the card game and began to flip cards in sync with everyone else. "You were out for a while." He said and tilted his head at the wall where Wilbur had started his day count. Wil turned and noticed five more marks next to it, one of them dashing through the previous four to create a tally.

Wil felt a spark of panic before Schlatt kept talking.

"What a good idea!" He said, "Sleeping days away. Certainly a way to pass the time, isn't it?"

Wilbur narrowed his eyes, "I-I didn't-"

"Of course you didn't mean to." Jschlatt rolled his eyes, still keeping his focus on the game. "But you didn't miss anything."

Wilbur raised his eyebrows disbelievingly and glared at the four new people. Jschlatt was silent for a moment and then stood up, grunting.

"Oh right." He muttered. "This is Mexican Dream." He said and pointed a greasy finger at the man wearing the smiling mask.

"Hola, Wilbur. Bienvenido al Infierno." He said without looking up. Wilbur looked questioningly at Schlatt as he rolled his eyes.

"Care to explain these?" Wilbur asked as he glared at the glowing figures.

"I don't know." Schlatt said, "But I don't care as long as they give me something to do."

Wilbur looked hesitantly between all of the glowing people and sat between two of them. The one to his left lifted its head briefly before beginning his gaze back to the game.

"Hello," He said. His voice startled Wilbur as it echoed around the train platform more than it should. He had round sunglasses with white rims and short brown hair. He wore a light blue t-shirt full of holes, and grey pants that were also tattered. "My name is NotFound."

Wilbur scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. NotFound? Was that his name, or was his name not found?

"Oh great," Echoed another voice, "Another one died." The ghost that the voice belonged to sat across from Wilbur. He had a mask similar to Mexican Dream's, except that it was painted white, and had indentations of a black frowning face. His black hood covered the rest of his head, so none of his features were visible, and his baggy black sweater covered most of his body. His arms were wrapped in tattered bandages up to his knuckles, and his pants were dark grey.

The ghost elbowed the one next to him, whose gaze was focused intensely on the ground. He looked up, and Wilbur sucked in a breath.

He had glowing grey skin, just like the rest of the ghosts, and curly dark grey hair. His T-shirt was light grey with dark mahogany sleeves, and he wore a white long-sleeve underneath. His jeans were tan, and he had a single black and white shoe.

His expression was. . .strange. He looked up at Wilbur with pure white eyes that were bubbling out a constant stream of tears, even though he didn't look like he was crying. His mouth was neither smiling nor frowning and when he saw Wilbur's face, he looked at him for a few moments before shrugging and returning his gaze to the floor.

The ghost with a frowning mask shrugged as well, and picked at the cards in his hands, "This is Ghostinnit." He angled his head at the game once more and all of the players continued.